What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. But Michelle’s heart seemed to grow fonder to the subject proportionally to Lucy’s avoidance of it. ’ The girl nodded understandingly. She felt much better. Sheppard, struggling to get free.
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